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“You should’ve told me earlier,” she says after I finish telling her the story about how I got Arkady’s name out of the mobster’s head and how my friend Bert found out about his whereabouts.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t really get a chance before. Not with all the guns you kept pointing at me, and then getting shot and everything else.”
“Fine,” she says curtly. “We have to go to the banya. Now.”
“But what about our walk? Besides, his massage is at four p.m., and it’s two-thirty now,” I say, already regretting that I told her.
“Listen, Darren, I’m sorry, but the walk will have to happen another day,” she says. “Thank you for the lunch and for telling me this now, but I can’t relax and enjoy myself, knowing about a lead like this. Plus, the guy is already there, I assure you. I know how a ba
